This is a another cuckold story, if your offended or disgusted by this type of story please pass by. For those who do read on, I've tried to provide a storyline different from other cuckold stories. Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing.
"So what are you going to wear tonight?" Mark asks me.
"What do you want me to wear, my green skirt?" I can see the thought of my little skirt pleases him.
"Maybe the see thru top also I tease."
"You know you don't have to do anything your uncomfortable with tonight. I know I've been encouraging you to do this but you have the final word, it only goes as far as you want it to go" Mark says.
"I know, but we set it up so let us see where it goes."
Things had been building up to this night since Mark and I had first gotten together 2 years ago. I guess I should tell you a little about us physically. Mark is a big guy at 6' -2" and 200+ pounds with thick black hair. He broke his neck over 10 years ago and is paralyzed from the chest down. He still manages to get an erection sometimes but even then he can't really give me a good fucking, but he sure can work magic with his hands and mouth.
I'm 5' -3" with creamy pale skin, freckles & blond hair that I keep cropped short, I think I'm on the heavy side but Mark says I have curves in all the right places. I have a great smile, nice round ass and full C cup breast with nipples that get rock hard when I'm excited. I love wearing sexy clothes and have discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.
I married young when I got pregnant then divorced and remarried. Sex was five minutes, (if that,) of a cock being thrust into me before having to get a rag to clean things up. At forty-five years old I had never had an orgasm until my husband went overseas and I bought my first toy. The first time I climaxed I thought I'd peed the bed I squirted so much. I really thought something was wrong with me. Soon after my husband returned we divorced and I met Mark. We met online, he lived in California and I was in Pennsylvania.
My life had been tame, (to say the very least,) until I met Mark. No man had seen me naked except my ex's until I met Mark, He had me do things for him on web cam I never dreamed of doing. He had me feeling so alive and beautiful for the first time in my life, and when he asked me to come visit, I could not say no.
I flew out to spend a week with him and he took control from the beginning. His instructions were that I was to wear a reviling outfit with nothing under it. As I came down the escalator at the airport his eyes danced with delight as he took in my body, I went to him and he engulfed me in his arms as he kissed me.
As we stood enwrapped in each other's arms his hand slid under my dress and up my leg to my pussy. He slid his hand between my legs and his thumb slid easily into me. I could not believe he was fingering me right there in the airport terminal with hundreds of peoples walking and standing around us. As I felt my excitement rising he pulled his hand away then shocked me by sucking his thumb then kissing me giving me my first taste of my juices.
That week was a whirlwind of firsts for me including my first orgasm from someone other than myself and my first bout of exhibitionism. Needless to say, Mark tested my limits from our first meeting. By weeks end, I was madly in love and when Mark asked me to move to California I quit my job, pretty much gave everything I could not take with me away and moved across country. We married a year later and today, months later he is still pushing my limits. This brings us to the present.
Mark loves when I'm naked and other men seeing me that way, since I have no desire to end up in jail this takes planning and caution. I never wear under pants or a bra anymore, and I wear short skirts most of the times we go anywhere. His rule is, if were out and some guy asked me what's under my skirt I'm to reply 'just me' and if asks, I must show him, so far it hasn't happened but I dread and can't wait for the day it happens. Mark has me walk down isles in stores and bend over to expose my shaved everything to whoever might look and ride topless or naked in the car plus so many other things.
Lately Mark and I have been talking about role-playing, with me as a total submissive slut, (which is not much of a stretch,) but also the reverse of me being the dominant. He also has a fantasy of seeing me with another man or men. I had finally agreed to at least meet with someone and see where it went but no promises. Mark had met Bob thru some personals online and we had chatted and discussed meeting at the casino and me flashing and teasing them both. If I felt comfortable enough I would invite Bob for a drink. Both Mark and Bob agreed I would have the final say and they would both do as I said.
We arrived at the casino around 9 pm, I felt very sluttish and already horny in my skimpy clothes. The door attendant smiled as he checked me out, my nipples hard as rocks and easily seen thru my top. We had been playing slots for about a half hour as I watched for Bob. Mark and I just play the penny machines and usually share a machine sitting side by side. I drape my leg over his leaving my pussy exposed to anyone that really looked. I had the attention of a couple of men but as always, they were just too shy to approach me. They probably thought that they were getting away with sneaking peaks.
I hit a real nice pot and I was bouncing around and drawing attention to myself when I look up and Bob was sitting at a machine smiling at me. I told Mark but he of course already knew. We played for another half hour or more while I kept flashing Bob and Mark rubbed up my leg and pussy. I was so excited I couldn't believe there wasn't a puddle on my chair. Mark must of signaled Bob or something to come over, as he approached us I couldn't miss the bulge in his pants.